nice change from teh bright ass moon we had last year. i remember getting up to go to the bathroom at night and being able to see everything so clearly and brightly in the moon light a few roads off the esplanade.

Tiahaar wrote:But then I was thinking too...oh my what a mind tweaker because I am surely not alone in using the angle of the man's profile as a guide to navigating, and if that is changeable...sheer genius!

Badger wrote:Forget the blinkey lights. Get a cheap GPS and learn how to navigate by using the north star. Simple as it sounds it goes a loooong way towards you not getting lost in the darkness.

I have never been "lost" at BM - I can navigate very well by stars and natural features, even on the last day. I was more worried about other people not seeing me on the Playa and running me over (especially the cops in their unlit suburbans that do not watch where they are driving!)

But I am intrigued - how would one use a blinky light thing to find out where they are if lost? Is there yet another profound, long-lost art that I am not aware of?

Just a thought but wouldn't it be easier to find a day and a night landmark for your street?...I got lost in my head many times over the last two burns but by getting a bead on something tall and lit I made it back home everytime....

Crankful - that is what I always do where ever I go, even in "real" cities. That is one of the favorite parts of BRC for me - learning the look of the city (after a few days I can tell by looking in any direction where I am). Another trick is to look behind you ever now and then - it is a different view (and the one you will need to remember when you want to get home).

While a dark playa will be a great canvas for light art, I'll miss the moon while driving through eastern Nevada....I'm more-or-less a Flatlander, coming from Michigause and all, and swooping through those mountain passes in the dark was kinda spooky-like. When big 'ol Luna popped up to light my way up 447 I was mighty grateful! (Of course, I was dead-set on experiencing every scrap of the week that I could, so I hauled ass to hit the gate at 12:01 instead of being wiser and camping until sunrise...)